Well this is my kind of party. I washed my champaign glasses today, though they haven't seen a drop of champaign in years, but I always have a little reefer on hand. And I'll have what Beach is looking for.

(Ermitrude elbows Lucas, saying, "Eh, you see here, it's like I told you it would be. Those loose-living libruls are planning a bacchinalia! Blues! Booze! Food! Pot!!! Next thing, they'll be runnin' around nekkid and . . .Oh, get the inhaler. I feel the vapors coming on.)